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Re: 鎽樿瘧鍑犻椴佺背鐨勫洓琛岃瘲 | Oct 11 2007

11，当我爱的人第一次被个美女偷去

When first that beauty stole my love from me,
My crying kept the neighbors up all night.
But now my love has grown, my crying ceased:
The fire that gets more air will smoke the least.

当我爱的人第一次被个美女偷去，
我整夜哭泣，哭得邻居也惶惶不安。
如今我知道了什么是爱，我不再哭泣，
就好像空心的火堆不会再冒烟。